I tossed and turned, dreading the thought of having to get up and pretty much begin my whole life over again. I finally pulled myself up. Glancing outside at my new surroundings. I had lived most my life in Tennessee, I had plenty of friends and knew where everything was. But, now, in the Florida sun was where I was, my mother had wanted to move there all her life. And we did, 2 weeks ago to be exact, and now I was stuck, lost and with no one to talk to.
Heading down the stairs I noticed our variously sized cardboard boxes scattered along our fresh white carpet. It was a nice house, just not home to me. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass and poured me some orange juice. That's when my mother walked in, she walked passed me, smelling of her usual perfume and smiled.
"Are you ready to go?", She asked adjusting her left earring. I just rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack. I was not looking forward to school.
Egdewater High was just a few blocks away, and I knew in the future I would just walk home instead of riding the bus with a bunch of strangers. In my desperate attempt to act my most depressed I some how thought my mom would see my pain and let me go home to my friends. But, she never gave me a second glance. Concentrating on her appearance and the road. As we pulled up to the school I remained melancholy and looked at my feet the whole time. My mom kissed me good-bye, pushing me out of the car as she did. I watch her disappear around the corner and turned around to stare at the building. The kids walking in twos, by threes, even by fours. As I looked upon the building I didn't see a school, but a hell I would have to live through everyday. I pulled my backpack a little tighter and took a deep breath. Walking in I noticed I was pretty much the only person solo.
As the first period bell rang I stumbled clumsily to class. I reached it just as the teacher was shutting the door. I looked around for a seat, noticing alot of "Please don't sit by me looks", and found a seat in the very back. I walked back there, my head hung low, clutching my notebooks. The teacher was an older man, around his late 50's I assume. His hair, what little he had, was thin and gray, and to me he smiled like a duck. He stood up and addressed the class and began with his lesson plan. I didn't pay attention and sketched the whole time. I was an addictive doodler and did it all the time. When I started to feel as if the class would never end the bell rang. I got up and was the last one to leave the classroom.
I pulled out my schedule and looked to see where my next class was. I guess I wasn't paying attention to anything else but finding my stupid class, cause next thing I knew I was slamming into someone. I felt something sharp object jar into my forehead, and then me, tumbling backwards, throwing my arms out and papers flying everywhere. My head hit the floor pretty hard and it took me a moment to realize what had just happened. I closed my eyes in wrenching and heard the late bell ring. I reached back to touch the back of my throbbing head and then I heard someone speak,
"Oh! I am so sorry!". I opened my eyes, which my sight was blurry at first, but then saw clearly. A teenage boy stood over me with concerned eyes, " I am so clumsy!", He said. He kneeled over and touched my forehead, which stung with intensity.
Hey! Don't do that!", I yelled. The boy quickly pulled his hand back and smiled.
"Sorry". I reached up and felt the wound, it was a good sized gash and I could feel the blood running down my forehead. I wondered what made such a cut and then looked over and saw what looked like an erector set tower laying beside me.
"I am so sorry!", The boy said again,
"You should really let the nurse look at that, here", He reached out his hand, which I took.
"I will walk you there". I stood up, feeling extremely dizzy and almost fell, but the boy kept my balance.
"It was my fault", I said, bending over to pick up my folders.
"No, it was mine", said the boy, picking up the erector set,
"I couldn't see because of this thing". I looked up at him and noticed how cute he was for the first time,
"What is that?". He smiled at it proudly, "It's my science project, been working on it for months". He then sat it down carefully and began helping me pick up my scattered mess. It was then that he held out his hand and said,
"My name's Howard". At first I wanted to laugh at his name, but all I did was took his hand for the second time,
"Mine is Carrie". For a slight moment our hands stayed together, our eyes locked, then we both looked down shyly and blushed. When I finally got all my thing's together Howard took them and walked me to the nurses office.
"Are you new here?", He asked.
"Yeah", I nodded.
"That must be horrible moving your senior year", He commented. I looked over at him, noticing him checking me out and he looked forward quickly, and I laughed to myself. "Well, we're here", He smiled pointing to a door that read "CLINIC". I turned to him and smiled as sweetly as possible, I was trying to make a good impression!
"Thanks for walking me here", I said taking my things from him.
"Sure", He said, "Hopefully I'll see ya around, Carrie", And he began to walk off. I stood there watching him for an instant, part of me wanting to call him back and get his number. As he was about to turn the corner I saw him turn around and smile once again. My mind was then made up. He was very, very cute. Continue to Part 2 Go Back Home
